It had been a golden autumn this time round. The best in 150 years, they say.
I felt very loved by my heavenly Father as the beautiful sunny days rolled on.
Truth is, though, that even if God had made every day of this autumn gloomy and dismal, it would have been no less an expression of His love for me. But this reminded me that He loves to give, and He loves to delight, and I am thankful!
Thankful for sunlight and blue skies when I was not expecting them; gearing up for grey!
(Our little house on the hill – been here a year now).